Page 28 of Always Be My Baby

For Lee’s next adventure, I slid the soft, satin blindfold down over her eyes causing her to gasp softly. I supposed it was one thing to mentally prepare yourself, but it was a whole other thing not to be able to move your arms and legsandnot see what was coming. I left the bed and padded the few steps over to the freezer attached to the little refrigerator next to the minibar for some ice. I had to laugh. She really had no idea what was coming, aside from her. Absolutely no idea. I felt wicked.

Lee was about to experience something she never imagined. I took one of the cubes, slowly dragging it down her skin to just above her breasts. Her delicate skin prickled with goosebumps and she jumped, but with the bindings, she couldn’t go anywhere. The next pass with ice, I moved to the juncture between her hip and thigh. She again squirmed, with the restraints keeping her from moving how she wanted to.

“Girard,” she whispered my name in almost a soft whimper.

“Still doing all right, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she said again.

“You want me to keep going?”

She repeated herself. “Yes.”

This time, I touched the cold ice to her nipple and her back arched, resting her nipple up closer to me. I immediately wrapped my mouth around it, with my tongue warming the spot. She sighed and settled. Loving the reaction, I immediately did the same with the other nipple. Same reaction. Finally, I moved to her sex, pressing the melting cube to her center. Her hips shot up off the bed. And this time, my name wasn’t a little whimper—it came as a shout.

This was too much fun. “Still doing all right, sweetheart?” I repeated my question from earlier. She didn’t answer right away, but her body trembled beneath me. I touched a fresh, colder piece of ice to the same spot, this time holding it there for a little longer. She struggled at her binds, trying to move closer to me. This time, I used my mouth to soothe the cold.

Her, “Oh my god, yes!” was enough to get me to abandon the ice. I really couldn’t control myself any longer. Seeing Marilee beneath me, struggling to get closer to my touch, was some of the hottest sex we’d ever had. Some of the hottest sex I’d ever had in my life.

When she finally called out, “Girard, please I need you!” I gave her exactly what we both needed. It was hard and fast and frantic, and she took every single bit of it. By the end, I didn’t think I’d ever have enough energy to move again. It took every bit I had left to unhook Lee’s bindings. We’d have to try out the anal lube after we rested.

“Best... Valentine’s...ever...” Lee gasped out while I continued to watch her chest heaving, at the same time willing my own to calm down.

“Love you... sweetheart,” I said right before we both passed out.

Marilee

Iwasn’t sure anything could bring me down from the high of this weekend. I never thought I’d be able to be okay with turning over the bistro on such a busy holiday. Never in my wildest dreams. But then again, Girard kept me so occupied, I didn’t have the chance to let my mind wander. Who was this woman? Marilee Bell’s mindalwayswandered to the worst-case scenarios. Or it alwaysusedto. But in the immortal words of Bob Dylan, “The Times, They Are A’ Changin.”

How could they not? A surprise trip to Chicago? In a hotel better than any I could have imagined staying in? He and I both deserved for me to be completely present in the moment, especially now that I knew he didn’t think our sex was vanilla. All that time he’d been planning this.

But oh my god, I had no idea that sex could be as magical as he made it. Although I still wasn’t totally sold on the butt play. He was totally down. Me? I teetered on that fence. We might have to save that one for birthdays and holidays.

And then—I never thought I’d hear myself say this—but when the whirlwind weekend ended, I found myself wishing it could go longer. Just one more day. Right? Who was I and what did I do with Marilee Bell?

Once we got back into town, Girard and I drove straight over to Sawyer’s house to pick up our boy. Floyd jumped, and wagged his tail, and barked, yet he neglected to run for the backseat of the truck as we expected him to. That didn’t exactly surprise me. Sawyer loved to feed him people food. Now, I did, too, but unlike Sawyer, I’d been trying to curb that impulse for Floyd’s sake. Time after time Girard reminded me that if we wanted to keep Floyd healthy, then I had to stick to the approved doggie treats. I decided to let Girard get out to wrangle our boy and do the thank yous and small talk for the both of us. I was still too luxuriously sore in several intimate places to stand for very long. But I did wave. A good, long soak in a hot bath awaited me, for sure.

Once he got back to the truck, he harnessed Floyd in, and we made the trek home. We pulled in and parked in the garage, but when I opened the door leading into the kitchen, I stopped so abruptly that Girard crashed into the back of me, Floyd against my legs. The house was ransacked, torn apart. Everything in the kitchen pulled out of the cupboards. The couch upended, the chairs upended, the French doors leading into the backyard wrenched open. It looked like someone had taken a crowbar to them. We didn’t step any farther into the house than from the threshold between the garage and kitchen. Rather, we called 911 and waited for the police to arrive. I held on to Girard, my arms around his neck, my face buried in his chest.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” I said. “This is awful. If you hadn’t wanted to take me out for a weekend, your house wouldn’t be ruined.”

“Lee, this has nothing to do with you, sweetheart. Somehow somebody got wind that we were going to be gone for the weekend and they took advantage of it.”

Several minutes, which felt like several eternities, passed before the first police cruisers, lights on, sirens blaring, turned into the driveway. Two officers got out and approached us. I held on to Floyd by his harness. Although he was a good boy, the lights, the loud noise, and all the activity probably frightened him because he acted antsier. Nervous. Pacing around my legs until we were both captured by his lead and Girard had to help unwind him to free us.

The first officer stepped up, a large man, a built man with just a few strands of gray mixing through his dark beard even though he looked no more than thirty. “I’m Officer Dombrowski. Are you the homeowners?”

“Yes,” Girard answered for the both of us. “This is our home. We were away for the weekend, picked up our dog from a friend’s house, and just got home. We opened up the door to the kitchen and it’s destroyed. Somebody really wanted to vandalize the place or they were looking for something—although, it’s a nice house but I don’t see how anyone could look at it and think we kept money or jewels inside.” He sighed then cleared his throat. “We didn’t search the basement, any of the bedrooms, the office or the bathroom. Lee and I—” He pointed over to me. “just stepped right back out into the garage and called you guys.”

“That was smart,” Officer Dombrowski said. I looked over my shoulder as more police cruisers turned into our drive or parked along the curb to join us. With all the activity going on, I thought it was better for Floyd’s peace of mind to take him next door.

Mrs. Calhoun, who was a sweet little old lady, a widow who lived by herself, couldn’t have been any taller than four-foot-nine. And she always wore her silver hair in curlers when she was home. But she had a huge dog, a Weimaraner named Sasha, who was one of Floyd’s best friends. They hung out at the fence together all the time.

Mrs. Calhoun was already out on her front stoop watching the action take place.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Somebody broke in while we were gone.”

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